Arrr! See CONTENTS for links to the 125 chapters of The Monstaville Memoirs plus introductions, conclusions, postscripts and appendices. This treasure trove also includes a collection of articles offering further insights into the themes explored in the trilogy. Namely, managing suffering and conflict (dealing with hostile people if you are nervous, sensitive or shy) and learning not to react

"The British Secret Service sends agent 606 to Cairo to collaborate with
an American colleague in searching for a stolen anti-radar device.
Arriving in Egypt, he finds that agent A008 is actually an attractive
female...Ingrid
Schoeller plays what is quite possibly the first attempt of
international cinema to create a female James Bond-type character: she
is beautiful, curvaceous, sweet, intelligent, armed with gadgets, expert
with a gun, and can handle herself in a fight without needing a man to
rescue her (as she proves in a daring escape from an enemy-riddled
beauty saloon)." (IMBd).

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

"In 1820s New England beautiful but poor and manipulative Jenny Hager
marries rich old man Isaiah Poster but also seduces his son and his
company foreman..,Beautiful Jenny Hager finds she can always get what she wants from the
men in the 1820's port of Bangor, Maine. Freed by his death from her
drunkard father she soon manoeuvres herself into a position to marry a
middle-aged monied local businessman. Though she often uses his money to
do good, she continues to consider all other men fair game." (IMDb).

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes
And scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
A hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know
About the regular light in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime and rot and rats and snot and
Vomit on the floor
Fifty hill billy soldiers man
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain

And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops,
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near there

He eats the snouts and the trotters first
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed (4x)
And disagree, hell no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
Some wrong been done
He done it first

And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the light of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In the dungeon of despair
Who are all those people
That he's locked away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they zeros someone painted
That had never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires not much lockin' in
Of everything thats ever been
Look at her
Look at him
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in

Saturday, 11 March 2017

They say that if a writer falls in love with you, you’ll never die.
But no one talks about what happens when you break a writer’s heart.

How this gift of immortality becomes their curse.
How they keep you alive in their poetry even while it kills them.
How they recreate the crime scene on paper.
Words spread out like map coordinates
Looking for where things went wrong.
Writing down the word ‘forever’ and
Wondering how those three syllables sounded like an eternity when you said it.

Every
poem they write is a sketch of your face; as if their pen only knows
how to make posters of the people they miss; each full stop a reminder
of your freckles; each semicolon an image of your sideways smile and the
dimple under your cheek.

Every poem is just ‘I still love you’ written in code.

Every poem is a letter unsent; because if hearts were mailboxes you wouldn’t have one.

Every
poem is an attempt to soothe the ache in their left chest; to let inked
words bleed instead; to shrink the memories into sentences.

Every
poem is the Heimlich maneuver;
so they write until the words locked in their throats fly out like freed
birds and bruised lungs can finally taste oxygen again.

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Yesterday I offered to cut the Bengali neighbours’ hedge (on
the far side) and made them happy. Then I broke the shears doing the other
hedge and Pigsy came home at the same time so I left it as I hadn’t locked
the door. Pigsy went up to his room in a visible tantrum! Such a baby. You have
to accept that he is just a little boy, volatile, emotional, angry,
bad-tempered and so jealous and immature. His mother evidently helped him not
to grow up.

Today, I cut off from the last sexual contact and cut myself
loose, so this is the first day of freedom. Beautiful, sunny day, too. Meditated
for a long time. Studied the Osiris book by Sir E. A. Wallis Budge.
Practised tai chi long and slow after doing standing meditation. Great. Also
practised the word which went well. Did some gardening too. A boy next door in
the Pakistani family’s garden smiled at me. That was cool.

Then went out to the front to see what I could cut – the remaining
hedge, that is, while Pigsy was out and I was feeling strong and calm! The Pakistani
neighbours came out to cut their side of the hedge at the same time. So I went
and mentioned the fact that the stems on top had grown so long and thick that
they broke my shears. Hence I could not cut it all. It was a friendly exchange and
healed a few wounds between us I think.

Dragon Insights: 30 – Li. Fire and light. The sun as their
source. Your brightness can illuminate the four corners of the world and you
have great successes. Right action (dharma).

3 June 2002

Pigsy Monster: what’s in his head and what can I do about
him?

I watched the Brazil vs Turkey World Cup game this morning
at 10am and tried to keep it as quiet as possible. Then, this evening, he came
home and the Africans up the road were playing atrocious music on a car stereo
loudly. Pigsy got an idea and put his radio on loud both to cover it up and
annoy me. The Africans’ music only lasted for 15 minutes and he left his on for
a long time. I wore earplugs.

Dragon Insights: 53 – Jian. Gradual development. Glide, advance, flow, penetrate
and reach gradually, little-by-little. “A tree grows slow
and strong on the mountainside. Like planting an enormous tree as a seedling –
it’s going to take a long time to grow to full maturity. Don’t apply force or
pressure. Careful, unhurried, constant work returns great profit in the end.”

Pigsy doesn’t trust anyone, especially at home.

“Don’t push things or be overconfident or use impulsive
action. If you go too far, too fast, you ill unexpectedly land in a situation,
space or place where it is hard enough for you just to survive let along thrive.
I’m already there, no? It could mean that Pigsy needs to prove that he is right
to distrust me, that I am the villain and should be kicked out, jailed, thrown
in to the gutter so he can have the house for himself!

“Gradually conditions change. You will reach the summit of
your endeavours. It is a high, lovely place. You must work very, very hard amid
some jealousy and slander. But in the end your light is seen and none can deny
it. Freed from all difficulties, your glory will shine.

You find yourself temporarily nesting in the wrong tree with
some hostile and strange birds for company, like a wild goose perching on the tip
of a branch; a tricky situation requiring dexterity and a delicate state of
balance. Retreat inwardly if you cannot fly away outwardly. At least this is a
safe place where you can hang on.”

Don’t confront or engage him then.

“After you have achieved your success, people will regard
you as a shining example to motivate them onwards in their own endeavours.”
Good, because it heralds eventual and gradual success.

Excerpts from Dragon Insights: A Simple Approach to the I
Ching by Jillian Lawler, 2001

Monday, 6 March 2017

Ornella Muti as Princess Aura, in the space opera Flash Gordon (directed by Mike Hodges, 1980). She is the daughter of Ming the Merciless and the rightful heir to the throne of Mongo. In the 1979 Filmation animated series, she at first assists her father in battling Flash and friends but turns against him and joins the rebel forces of Mongo. She also has an elite guard of female warriors under her command known as the Witch-Women. After Ming is removed from power, the Witch-Women remain in Princess Aura's service. (Wikipedia).

Virgil Finlay

It Came From Outer Space (The Xenomorph)

A depiction of a Dakini UFO Valkyrie pilot of a Vril Society Vimana, otherwise called a Flying Saucer

Important topic

Did you know that this is the 12th and lowest universe in our multiverse and that it is founded on the energies of fear and suffering which were not resolved in the 11th?

Karma & Emotions

This e-book explores the opportunity for releasing deep emotional blockages from the past that crisis presents and the notion that this process of self-healing is an essential aspect of spiritual ascension (click the picture for more info & free pdf download)

What is, is; how we react is up to us!

"Life is 10 percent of what you make it and 90 percent of how you take it." - Irving Berlin.

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About Me

Born on 25 November 1965 and currently living in Yorkshire, England. I write songs and books and have a website that serves as a platform for my work as well as being an Ascension resource. The Treasure Chest displays all chapters of The Monstaville Memoirs trilogy as well as further insights from various sources relating to the themes of these books. The Powerlessness of Now reveals the many ways in which we have given our power away to the Establishment through its web of control.

“Someone asked, ‘Why is there suffering?’ [Meher] Baba gave this succinct reply: ‘Suffering is essential for the elimination of the ego, just as it was necessary for you to scrub and scrub in order to wash the stain from my coat.’" - Unkown.

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